And are you, woman, trembly too,
And are you out of breath,
And do your limbs feel heavy too,
. Our blood confused by scent of no-ing death?
And do my eyes look strickened too,
And do I seem to gasp,
And has my voice now quickened too,
. Afraid what I might say or dare to ask?
And is your hearing muffled too,
And do you want me much,
And is your heart unwilling too
. To leave me now and go that we not touch?
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